| When the fire inside that burns so bright begins to grow faded
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| It can be hard to see the ground on which you stand
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| Though you may not be afraid of walkin' in the darkness
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| You will feel like a stranger in this land
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| You can try to carve a faith out of your own
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| But a broken spirit may dry out the bone
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| And the edges of the night may cause you sorrow
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| You know I may not be around this time tomorrow
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| But I’ll always be with you
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| Yeah, I’ll always be with you
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| When the hope that you hold tightly to has all but vanished
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| And there are no words of comfort to be found
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| You will know what it means to be lost and without love
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| May you fight to kill that deafening sound
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| But our holy dreams of yesterday aren’t gone
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| They still haunt us like the ghosts of Babylon
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| And the breakin' of the day might bring you sorrow
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| You know I may not be around this time tomorrow
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| But I’ll always be with you
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| I’ll always be with you
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| You can try to carve a faith out of your own
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| But a broken spirit may dry out the bone
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| And the edges of the night may cause you sorrow
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| You know I may not be around this time tomorrow
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| But our holy dreams of yesterday aren’t gone
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| They still haunt us like the ghosts of Babylon
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| And the breakin' of the day might bring you sorrow
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| You know I may not be around this time tomorrow
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| But I’ll always be with you
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| I will always be with you
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| I will always be with you
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| I’ll always be with you |